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Welcome to the world, Mrs. Olive Bedlam!

14 Aug

June 18, in the words of the Sexy Mexican, would best be described as epic.  Epic in randomness, epic in ridiculousness and epic in phun.

It all started with a little trip to Hollister for a wedding.  Sexy Mexican and I arrived 20 minutes early but missed the turn in to the church.  When we pulled into the next driveway to turn around, we realized we had pulled into the entrance of a wine tasting room.  Realizing that this was obviously God speaking to us and telling us that we needed a drink, we did so.

The phellow working at the tasting room also let us enjoy his tasty nuts… (yes, I went there.)

The wine was well-timed, as I then sat through a very lovely, very non-English speaking Catholic wedding.  I very much enjoyed the phive words I was able to understand.

There was a bit of down time between the ceremony and the reception that we had to phill.  That meant we grabbed our phriend, Wrong Baby Wrong, and headed back to the tasting room.  This trip, we had enough time to play a phew games of horseshoes, join the wine club and watch Wrong Baby Wrong take a phun trip down the hill behind the horseshoe court.

We arrived right on time for the reception in downtown Hollister.  It was then that history was really made and epic status was achieved, as my liberally lubricated alter-ego phinally phound her name- Mrs. Olive Bedlam.

Once Mrs. Olive Bedlam arrived, the party started.  The bar tab was opened, phrivolity ensued, brain cells were killed.

Time was taken out for a few tortilla chips…

…and a phew bites of rice, beans and other deliciousness.

Sexy Mexican and I left the wedding and headed to meet phriends and my Pops for dinner at Toast.

They had pre-ordered some roasted garlic and olives which we helped make disappear.

Apparently I then had some soup!

Note to my phriends and phollowers.  I do not like prime rib.  It could be the best prime rib in the history of the world- I still don’t like it.  If I ever order prime rib in your presence, that is the time to take me home.  It indicates that the wheel may be spinning, but the hamster has had a phew too many.  I have no actual memory of considering, ordering, photographing or eating this.

I blame Mrs. Olive Bedlam.

When we got back to the house, Mrs. Olive Bedlam phound some bubbles and nibbles with which to amuse herself.

Phancy, eh?  Who knew what lovely things one could create with a phew graham crackers, some phruit and a little ingenuity!

It was entirely Mrs. Olive Bedlam‘s phault that Phooey ended up in the sink.  I would NEVER do something like that!

Welcome to the world, Mrs. Olive Bedlam.  I’m glad you now have a name…  easier to identify you with the next time you attempt to make an appearance.

Happy Birthday, “Doc” Ricketts!

29 May

A phellow treated me to a completely new experience on Saturday, the 14th…

We took a tour of Ed Rickett’s Lab on Cannery Row, an opportunity that comes but thrice a year. In celebration of Ed’s birthday (as well as Kalisa and John Steinbeck, some of the most phamed personas of Cannery Row) the lab is opened to the public and tours are provided by historian, Michael Hemp, and last living owner, Frank Wright (who is now 92 and slept in Ed’s spare room many a night in his younger years).  May 14th, 2011 would have been Ed’s 114th birthday and the majority of the lab is still philled with the original books, posters, furniture, booze and specimen tanks.  There’s even a secret society called “The Cavalry” who meet once a month at the site to commemorate the Bohemian lifestyle.

It was phreaking awesome.

Afterward, we took the Phoo to lunch at Trailside Cafe.  I tried their Black Bean Burger, which was tasty but virtually impossible to eat in any sort of remotely refined way.  It phell apart in every direction, but the phlavor was good.

I went to dinner with a phriend at Village Fish House and started our engines with a little bread ‘n butter…

We indulged in some oak grilled Huma Huma Oytsers from Hood Canal, Washington.  They were phreakishly large and equally delicious.

Thanks to Phoodfotos reader Marsha for recommending that I have these!

I went with sautéed Sicilian style local calamari for my main course.  This is one of my phavorite dishes from any restaurant on the Peninsula.

Emphatically recommended!

The Fish House’s most popular location is on Del Monte Ave in Monterey, but they offer the same menu at their Carmel Valley Village and Salinas locations.  So if you’re not interested in waiting for an hour, venture to one of the less popular locations (but the energy of the Monterey location IS an awful lot of phun!)

Hey, May!

15 May

Ok phriends, we’re back in business.  Phooey and I have both done our best to deflate our recently inflated egos and are back in action and phocused.

Back to the beginning of the merry, merry month of May.  I greeted May Day with what I wish everyone greeted me with- bacon, of course!

I don’t quite remember anything of much significance that occurred during the day other than leading the glamorous life of a single, phull-time employed, phull-time graduate student that I do.

<Insert jealousy here>

<Now insert an understanding and appreciation of sarcasm and remove previously inserted jealousy>

As I tend to do, I phorgot to eat during the day, but met Pops for an early dinner at Wickets Bistro at Bernardus Lodge in Carmel Valley.  We hadn’t been in ages, and I have no idea why.  It had slipped both our minds how good it can be.

Their house bread was tasty, but I am proud to say I only indulged in one piece (probably because I was so darn excited about the appetizer we shared).

Phried smelt.  Go eat this ASAP before they change the menu.  Truly phabulous…

I am shamed by saying that it has slipped my mind what kind of phish I enjoyed as my main course (ah, the hazards of eating out so much and phailing to write things down!)

<Insert sad violin music here.>

What I do remember is it was miso glazed and delicious and the veggies were cooked perfectly.

I went onto the Bernardus site to check out the menu description, but it looks like they haven’t updated their online menus since November of 2009.  Maybe I’ll use the intention of a phriendly reminder to do so as an excuse to go back here soon…

Justification, you’re my besssst phriend!

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